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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 



^ILYBI^Y Q^HOWEr^S. 



SiiiYsr^Y SHOwsr^s. 



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H. M. POOLE. 



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In silvay showers 

The rosy hours 
Speed onward, day by day. 

Now dark, now light. 

Day follows night. 
So must it be alway. 



HARD & PARSONS : 
NEW YORK. 



JU^f 0' 



Copyright 1886, 

BY 

Hard & Parsons. 






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WITH NATURE. 



o am alone witl; Kature 

dpon tl^is peaceful day; 
^l^e liftina l^ills above me 

Witl^ golden rod are ^ay. 
Qcross tl^e fields of etl^er 

Klit butterflies at play, 
Ond cones of garnet sumach) 

triow down tbe country way. 



^be olLitumn dandelion 

Deside ipe roadside burns ; 
obove tl^e licl^ened bouiders 

v^uiver tl^e plumed ferns ; 
(^be creann-wbite silk of tl^e milk-weed 

Hloats from Its sea-green pod ; 
Prom out tbe mossy rock-seams 

niasbes tbe golden rod. 



^be woodbine s scarfet banners 

Flaunt from t^eir iov^ers of stone ; 
^l^e wan, wild naonninp-plory 

Dies by tl^e road alone. 
By tl^e b'lf-patb to tf)e sea-side, 

Wove nnyriad azure bells, 
0ver t^e arassy ramparts 

lOend milky immortelles. 



(^>\)e linaenna daisies lean 

olonn j\)e way-side bars; 
^be tanpled thicket's areen 

t^lows mil) i\)e asters stars; 
beside tl^e broof^ tl^e aentian 

oioses its frinaed eyes, 
Ond waits tf)e enticina alory 

0f cbanpeful yellow skies. 



Qo ! oven tl^e sappbire ocean 

^rembies a bndae of flame, — 
(^o trje burnina cove of tl;e sunset, 

^o tl^e city too fain to nonne, 
^ill ray of Its I'nnen alony 

^tneams to tl^is lowen sea, 
Wncl we see wlti? l^uman vision 

Wbot Heaven itself may be. 



Mary C. Hudson. 



LIFE. 

Liife, believe, is not a dream 

'^^o darl^ as sa^es say, 
^1"! a little mornina rain 

noreteils a pleasant day; 
Sometimes tbere are clouds of oloom 

but tbese are transient all, 
-yf tl^e slower will maf^e tf)e roses bloom, 
6b, wby lament its fall? 
r\apidly, merrily, 
kife s sunny bours flit by ; 
t^ratefully, cbeerily, 
Onjoy Jbem as tbey fly. 

Charlotte Broxte. 



TR USTFULNESS, 



an peace tl^e dayliabt closes, and tLe niabt 
nalietl^ as dotl; a veil upon tl^e sea ; 

Wlona its bosom comes witi? swift-winaed fii9bt 
^)9e aray mists, silently. 

y tnustina i^eart, [)ow Kature speaks ! \)Q? power 
Mow leisurely spe uses ! 90W intense 

%)\)Q infinite peace of per most fruitful boun I 
Mow soft \)Q? influence! 



^ime \)oi\) s\)e for \)er storms to sweep tl^e mam, 
^o rocb tf^e tree-tops witf) \)er winds of wrati; ; 

(^o bnna fortp fragrance in tpe summer ram ; 
^nd time for snow sl^e \)Qi\) ! 

Oease i\)en ! and in tbis dewy twilia^t, move 

cJs one \Fj\)o asks not w^itber, cares not wl^v ; 

Mh\s qift for ail ^olds still tl^e Eternal love, 
ferod s endless by and by. 



THIS LIFE IS WHAT WE MAKE IT 



Qet s oftener tall? of noble deeds, 

Oind rarer of tl^e bad ones, 
Ond sina about oun bcippy days, 

Wnd not about our sad ones. 
We were not made to fret and slg|?, 

cind wl^en anef sleeps to wa!?e it; 
Oncibt [)appiness Is standina by, — 

^)9is life IS wi^at we mabe it. 



^>\)en \)ere s to i\)ose wljose lovina (pearls 

^f^ed joy and \\^\)i about tf)em ! 
(^panl^s be to t()em for countless aems 

We ne en l^ad known wltf}out tf^em. 
yf? ! tl^is should be a l;)appy world 

^o all W90 may partake It ; 
^l^e fault s our own if It is not, — 

^|?is life IS wl^at we make It. 



HOW WILL IT BE? 



How will it be wben \\)e woods turn brown, 

^beir ^old and tbelr crimson all dropped down, 

Qnd crumbled to dust? 0b tl^en, as we lay 

0ur ear to earth's lips, we sball bear \)ev say. 

"In tbe darl^ I am seeh^in^ new perns for my crown, 

We will dream of (^veen leaves wben tbe 

woods turn brown. 

Lucy Larcom. 



SYMBOLS. 



Would st t[)ou \)eov Kature s voice? De one witl^ f^er, 

on simple purity, perennial youtf} ; 
ner cbild in wonder, and r}er worsf)ipper 

Sn spirit and m truto. 

(^9en will tpe daisy, from its modest eye, 
Qet out its secrets, and tl^e starry scroll 

l\iver and ocean — alt of earti^ or sky — 
^Interpret to \\)y soul. ^ 

Robert Leighton, 



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